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"Fia," Angra murmured against her lips, a note of warning in her voice. "We shouldn't-

"Please..." Fia interrupted, her hands drifting down the defined muscles of Angra's shoulder, then further down, until it reached that raging pillar of blazing warmth between her legs.

Angra's resolve crumbled. She pulled Fia closer, one hand tangling in her silver hair, the other tracing the curve of her spine. Fia gasped, arching into the touch. Her own hands fumbled with the fabric of the redhead's smallclothes, eager to free it from its prison.

The air in the tent grew hotter, humid with desire.

"Fia, be careful, hng..."

The warrior's large member sprang free, standing to attention and grazing Fia's inner thigh. A thick, clear bead formed at its tip as her foreskin slid down, a tantalizing display that made her mouth water.

Angra’s length went past the elf’s belly button, a sight that always made her shiver. She never knew how it would all fit inside her, but she always made it through. Her hands trembled as she pulled her underwear aside, exposing her own sex, already dripping onto Angra's crotch.

Just the kiss of Fia’s nether against her tip was almost too much, making her twitch and dirty both the elf and her crotch in pearly pre.

“You’re… so big… How is this even gonna fit… Hng…”

The scent in the air changed, a stuffy, sweaty, musky aroma that made it hard to breathe, but neither of the women wanted to stop. Fia raised her hips, lining up her sopping wet entrance to Angra’s throbbing shaft as her nostrils flared with the tent’s sauna.

"C-Can I?" she whispered, her eyes locked onto her lover's. Angra could only nod, her usual stoicism giving way to a look of unbridled desire.

Slowly, Fia lowered herself onto Angra, her tight elf hole stretching around the girth of the hume's pole. She moaned softly, a sound that was echoed by Angra's deeper groan. Just the tip of that thick mast was enough to make her gush, dirtying the warrior's lap in her warm juices, the sweat strapped in her pubes now mixing with the elf’s glaze.

"Fia... you're so... hng... tight," Angra grunted, her hips jerking up instinctively, pushing deeper into Fia's warmth. Fia let out a strangled moan in response, her walls clenching around the welcome intruder. She was no stranger to that beast, and yet, each time felt like the first.

The warrior's thrust wasn't enough to bury her fully inside Fia, even if the elf desperately wanted her to do so. She could feel every tiny throb and vein, and she needed nothing more than to bounce her plump chocolate bottom on that furious erection.

“That… brute hume cock is… stretching me out… so much…” moaned Fia between gasps for air.

Angra's strong hands gripped Fia's ass, her calloused fingers digging into the plush meat, guiding her into a slow, torturous rhythm. Inch by inch, she slid deeper into the elf, their breaths mingling in the closeness of the tent. Fia's hands clutched at Angra's shoulders, her nails leaving faint half-moons on her skin. She rolled her hips, trying to take more of Angra's length, her movements growing frantic with need.

“It’s… too big… b-but don’t stop now!” continued the elf as she rode, her rear hole winking in pleasure, almost as if it was jealous of the pounding Fia’s cunt was taking.

The redhead grunted with effort, her muscles straining as she drove into Fia again and again, the bedroll shifting beneath them, each stab conquering more and more of the elf's nether. The redhead tightened her grip on Fia's ass, lifting her up and almost pulling out of her completely.

"P-Please, do it... I want it all inside my pussy!" pleaded Fia, her glazed eyes begging for more.

As Angra readied herself to finally reach the deepest parts of Fia, a voice cut through their moans like a cold blade.

"Good morning, sunshine, are you two up yet?"

Fia squeaked, tumbling off Angra's lap in a flurry of robes and embarrassment. Angra growled, half in frustration, half in amusement. "Impeccable timing as always, Mizz'ri," she called back, her voice rough.

The elf's reddened, sweaty face appeared between the tent's curtains.

"H-Hi! Yeah, we're... we're just finishing some stuff here!"

"I see" replied the drow with a smirk "Well, the others are already by the gates, just waiting on you. I'll go on ahead while you... finish your business, alright?"

"Definitely! We're... we're almost done!"

And with that, Mizz'ri walked away, leaving the elf to close the tent flap and go back to Angra. Her gaze immediately dropped to the throbbing mess between her legs, glistening with the elf's own juices. It took all of her willpower to slap herself with both hands and get her out of that daze.

"We... We should go I guess..." murmured Fia like a kid denied her playtime.

"Ugh, I guess so" replied Angra.

The disappointment in both of their voices was palpable, but they had a job to do, and this sort of "adventure" was what got them in this tight spot in the first place. Quickly gathering what remained of their gear, they left the tent and headed to the gates.

The gate before Qof was but a stony checkpoint manned by four guards at a time. It wasn't distant from the rest of the encampment or the guild, so they were rarely in high alert.

Using one of the guild's inventions, a weird-looking combination of a brass knuckle with a crystal lamp, the soldiers at the checkpoint would scan the diver's bracelets. The contraption would resonate with the equipment, registering their entrance in the guild's arcane scriptures, and also validating their miasma exposure for deeper dives.

From the checkpoint, the actual dungeon was but a short walk away.

The entrance to Qof yawned before them, a jagged maw carved into the mountainside. Ancient runes, more akin to circuit diagrams than magical script, lined the archway. The air was thick with the smell of damp stone and something else—a cloying sweetness that made Fia's head swim.

"Morning, you two" Bryn rumbled, her voice a low purr. She sniffed the air and grinned, showing sharp canines in what seemed like a knowingly smile.

The wolf zoa leaned against a boulder, giving the clasps on her gauntlets one last check before the dive. The armor she donned wasn’t at all what Angra was expecting. Traveling mercenaries usually opted for steel or other kinds of enchanted alloys: cheap, light and easy to repair. Bryn, however, wore something more akin to raw stone.

The earth-toned rock was molded into a breastplate, pauldrons, gauntlets, cuisses and greaves, clearly not the work of a regular smith, as evidenced by the aquamarine crystals embedded into each piece, making it seem like the work of a expert geomancer. The joinery between each plate seemed to be a mixture of enchanted moss and ivy, holding it tight against her body.

Despite the heft of her armor, her joints were left unprotected, especially visible at her exposed biceps where the pauldrons ended, and at the gap on her chestpiece that left her strong abs show through.

A shield that could be considered a regular hume lancer’s tower shield was propped against the same boulder, made from the same material, alongside a longsword, which the wolf most likely wielded one-handed.

“I hope you managed to finish your business, darlings” Mizz'ri's silken voice cut in. The drow sauntered up, her obsidian leather armor catching the light like a second skin.

During their panicked encounter, Fia barely had the time to analyze the silver-haired woman’s new garments. The leather bodysuit clung to every generous curve and crevice of Mizz’ri body and, if not by the chitinous pieces of armor on her legs and arms and the crimson fabric wrapped around her torso, it would look like she was wearing nothing at all.

The red garment complemented her in devious ways as it fell down the lower part of her body like a loincloth, every single step making it sway from side to side, letting everyone take a full look at that unbelievably taut and full backside.

Even with the gruesome details like blackened spikes surging from her gauntlets and greaves, Mizz’ri still was breathtaking in her allure. Her long hair was tamed in a loose braid that moved like a serpent behind her, and her elusive, milky eyes were decorated with strokes of silver makeup that seemed to catch any wandering gaze, contrasting with the deep red of her luscious lips.

“Aw, don’t be so hard on them. They’re not even late!” said Odessa, her soft voice feeling like a campfire next to Mizz’ri’s ice.

To Fia’s dismay, Odessa still wore the same robes as before, the diamond-shaped window into her cleavage ever so tantalizing. The cow zoahume now carried a rucksack and, with its leather straps digging into her shoulders, it managed to emphasize her chest even more. Her catalyst of choice seemed to be the same as Fia’s: a wooden staff, but hers carried the intertwined vine at the top, just like the one nestled in her cleavage.

“So, I gather you’re all acquainted now?” asked Angra to her new teammates.

“Oh yes!” Odessa beamed, her tail swishing contentedly. “Bryn was kind enough to help me carry my supplies from the market. Such a gentlewoman.”

“Just doing what's right” Bryn shrugged, though her ears perked up at the praise. “Besides, couldn't let our healer strain herself before the dive”. The warrior knew she was more than capable of carrying the supplies on her own, but she couldn’t miss the chance to leer upon her buxom body without reprimand.

“Though I have to ask…” she gestured at Odessa's rucksack “…do we really need three different types of tea?” 

“Four, actually,” Odessa corrected with a gentle smile. “Each blend has its purpose. The chamomile-lavender helps with miasma-induced anxiety, the ginger-mint aids digestion, the…”

“She makes an excellent point,” Mizz'ri interrupted, examining her gauntlet's spikes with casual interest. “The miasma affects everyone differently, doesn’t it? Though some seem more... susceptible than others”. Her eyes seemed to flick to Fia and Angra, her lips curling in barely concealed amusement.

“Y-Yeah!” squealed Fia, a bit louder than she expected. “Thank you for the help, Odessa, really…” she continued, wiping the sweat from her brow.

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all, dear” cooed Odessa, reaching out to pat Fia’s head. The elf found herself at eye level with the cleric’s generous chest and quickly took a step back, bumping into Bryn.

“Careful there!” said the wolf, steadying the mage with a firm hand on her waist. “Though I can’t blame you for being distracted, you’re probably dripping with worry.”

“Speaking of distractions…”Angra cut in, noticing how red Fia’s ears were getting while stuck between a rock and a soft place “…should we go over our game plan?”

“I usually take point” rumbled Bryn as the redhead’s interjection gave Fia enough time to slither out like a watersnake. “This armor is not just for show, you know?” The wolf lifted her shield with relative ease despite its size, making her biceps and abs flex.

Her feat drew Odessa’s eyes who, after a quick pause, addressed Angra.

“Well, I don’t have much experience in actual fights, but, with Verdania’s blessings, I’m sure everything will be just fine!”

“Sure thing, I’ll cover our backside, then” added the warrior.

“Oh, you probably have a lot of experience with the elf’s backside, don’t you?” said Mizz’ri with a smirk, though Fia jumped in right after to avoid any more embarrassment.

“W-Well, what about you, Mizz’ri? I can stay with Odessa, but I don’t really know about your… talents?”

“I don’t really care” she replied in her haughty tone, checking the claws on her gauntlets as if they were her own nails “You do you, I’ll do me, alright?”

“That won’t do” said Angra, crossing her arms beneath her chest “If we’re gonna get to the fourth floor in one piece, we need to know what to expect from each other”

The drow sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine, fine... I'll stick right behind that furry mountain, I wouldn't want to get between you and the elf, anyway..." she added with a smirk.

"I'll try to take that as a compliment" fired back Bryn. "Though that doesn't say much about your own skills"

"Oh, do you need more than 'enchantress' to go on? Do you always need more and more?" teased Mizz'ri, her eyes glinting. "By the way you've been glaring at me, I think I'm doing a good job at the 'enchanting' part..."

Bryn laughed, but it wasn't just her emerald eyes following Mizz'ri's movements. With such a taut and curvy body trapped inside that bodysuit, it was hard not to look.

Fia's gaze flitted between the two women, unsure of how to proceed, until Odessa, her voice a soothing contrast to the banter, let out a hearty chuckle. "Well, I'm just glad we're all getting along... I think? Oh, to think I would embark on an adventure with such hot-blooded allies!"

Her motherly intonation was more than enough to disarm everyone around her, drawing laughter from each party member.

"Alright" said Angra, clapping her hands together. "Let's get in there before the sun sets, shall we?"